Big Mac passed into the kitchen. On this particular evening, he lacked his trademark horse collar. His mane had been carefully combed and the scent of Juniper Phoenix lingered in the air.

"My Big Mac, you look good for your date with Sugar Belle," noted Applejack. "Can you tell me what movie you're going tah see?"

"Nope."

"You aren't goin' to tell me what movie you're going to see, then?"

"Nope."

"You are goin' to tell me what movie you're goin' tah see?"

"Nope."

"So, you aren't goin' tah tell me?"

Big Mac sighed.

"There you are," said Sugar Belle. "I was starting to get worried. Did you tell Applejack what movie we're going to see?"

"Nope."

"'Nope' as in you didn't tell her? Or 'Nope' as in the title of the movie?"

"Eeyup."

She glared at him. "You know what? We're not doing this. Let's get some popcorn before the trailers come on."

I actually planned on writing this, and working on my other story, for a while. However, an accident in the kitchen made it painful and difficult to write for the last few weeks.

Dreadnought